Passion for Drawing & Construction

Construction

My mother is an English teacher at Bishop Kenny High School in Jacksonville. And my sisters and I were sent there because my parents both graduated from that school. So, it had become a family tradition that we study in the same schools as they did, but college was our choice. Not that we got a choice in whether or not we wanted to attend, but we got to pick the college we wanted to attend. I was the youngest of four children. And the last one still in high school. My eldest sister, Johanna, moved to Australia after graduating with her Bachelor’s in Marine Biology; my second eldest sister, Elsa, became a painter and is now traveling through Europe; my older sister, Vanessa, is in New York studying at Parson’s; and I’m the undecided one still in high school. I had no idea what I wanted to study. I had never been able to answer the “Where do you see yourself in five years?” question. And honestly, I just feel like I might need a break from school.

I have always been Daddy’s little girl. I heard my Mom telling my grandmother that my Dad is the reason I’m undecided about my future. See, all my sisters followed in my mother’s footsteps. They were all organized, had clear motivations and drives, meanwhile, I was watching Ed, Edd & Eddy on Cartoon Network. The only thing I really liked to do was draw. I drew landscapes, buildings, Anime, and eyes. I have a fondness for drawing eyes. Why? I’m not entirely sure. I think it has to do with my desire to capture the depth in eyes. I like to be able to capture a moment of sadness, joy, anger or angst that shows up in a person’s eyes. I get my drawing talents from my father. He showed me how to draw at a young age and I’ve taken to it. My father is in the construction business and he works for Albertelli Construction as an architect. I’m not entirely sure that being an architect is for me, but I do like drawing. Although, I’m not sure I want to pursue a career with something that I enjoy doing as a hobby. I’m afraid the passion will deteriorate, and then I won’t even have my artistry.

I’ve spoken to my sister Elsa, but she is hardly available. Plus, our talents are different. She started drawing murals and I only draw sporadically. Elsa is a painter and an accomplished artist. And I’m like the ugly duckling, except I’m not sure that I’m going to grow into a more accomplished person. My Mom is pushing me to pursue a career in art because she thinks that’s where I’ll strive. But, I think graphics would be a better way to channel my passion into something that won’t tarnish my passion for drawing. Thinking about it, it makes total sense to pursue a career in graphics because I have the eye for detail. I am a capable artist. I’m quite savvy with a computer.

After speaking to my Mom and Dad about graphic designing, and they think I should take some online courses and see how I like them. I start my first set of classes on Saturday because they don’t want me to let my high school studies falter in the wake of my new burning desire. I hope it sticks because I’m not sure what else I could do. I could become an interior designer, but unless people want walls covered with One Direction posters I’m not sure I’d be very good at it. So, keep your fingers crossed for me! I would hate to be a disappoint in a family that has found success in everything they have pursued. Maybe I’m meant to stumble, but I refuse to be the black sheep who just does not fit in.

Support Our Troops

Support Our Troops

PS2When I was younger, I lost my father in the Iraq war. My mother never remarried. Instead, we moved in with my grandparents. I was ten years old when all this happened. I never went to the funeral because my family didn’t think it was right for a child to go to a funeral. My grandparents in particular didn’t want me there because they didn’t want me to see my father get buried. And to be honest, I don’t remember what they told me nor do I remember crying. It’s sort of just blacked out. But, I still had a picture of him in my room and I got to keep his medal right by the PlayStation 2 he had promised to teach me how to play. I didn’t touch the thing until a year later. I played Need for Speed. And I tried to play the game because I had never liked cars. I just wanted to play because I was missing my Dad that day. I played a timed trial, and I saw my father. Well, not my father per se. But, it was like a ghost of his best-timed game. He finished the race in 57 seconds. My first attempt was 2:30. It became my goal to catch up to my Dad.

Lamborghini-Ferruccio-Concept-1I would come home from school every day, finish my homework because if I didn’t my Mom would sit and watch me until I was done, and then I’d sit and play. It was like sitting with my Dad and he was teaching me how to play the game. He was teaching me how to catch up to him. I must have tried over a hundred times to get close to him, but the closest I ever got was 1:20. I was still 23 seconds over. I played and played, and then I gave up because I couldn’t do it. I put the PlayStation away and I didn’t pick it up for another week. I brought it back out and gave it one more try. And I did it. I finally caught up to him. I sped past him. The Lamborghini ghost was behind me now and my Ferrari was almost at the finish line. But, I stopped. I let him pass me. I didn’t want my time to best his because then I would never see that ghost again. And I customdesignwanted to keep a part of my father alive. Even though it was just a machine that had saved his best time, it was still a moment I had been able to share with my father. And if I ever missed him again, I wanted to be able to visit that place once more.

When I turned 18, I decided to follow in my father’s footsteps. It was a good way to help me through college, and I wanted to learn more about the type of person my father was by putting myself in his shoes. My family made t-shirts to send me off with the help of MakeaTeeOnline.com. They made shirts that said “Support Our Troops.” I cried a lot that day because I wasn’t going to see them for a year.

Bringing Your Dad to School

Dads

It was “Bring Your Dad to School Day” at my middle school, Upper Darby High School, and I was so excited for everyone to meet my Dad. He was a real estate agent in Beverly Hills. He worked with a lot of big clients and got to meet quite a few celebrities. I once got to meet my hero at the time, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. I had asked my Dad to bring him to school, but he told me he couldn’t do that because Mr. Johnson was out of town. I remember being disappointed about that because I wanted to show up Tommy Kingfield’s Dad who was the chief fireman in Beverly Hills. He brought a Dalmatian to school.

Nevertheless, my Dad blew everyone away with what he said about his work. He showed them pictures of the houses he had sold to celebrities. And then in the middle of his show and tell, he got a phone call. He was all smiles and told the person on the phone to park in the back and come to room 112. All the kids whispered amongst each other and tried to figure out who might be coming. My Dad winked at me and then a silhouette covered the glass on the door. We waited anxiously for the door to prop open. The door handle clicked and the door started to open. And in walked The Rock! My Dad introduced him to the class and then he asked me to step up to meet my hero.

I got out of my seat, headed toward The Rock and I shook his hand. His hand was bigger than both my hands stacked on top of each other. I only came up to his belly button because he was so tall! He then told the class about how my Dad had helped him find the perfect home for his family. And he told me that I had the best Dad in the world and I replied, “I know.” We then all took a class photo with The Rock and he signed a few autographs and gave us WWE merchandise. And just as he was about to leave, he told us he had one more surprise. The door opened and other wrestlers walked in! Triple H, The Hardy Boyz, Brock Lesnar and Kane. I kid you not, everyone’s mouths fell to the floor. We were all in awe of the wrestlers because they were our heroes! They stuck around and took pictures with everyone, signed autographs and gave out more merchandise. When the teacher asked who wanted to be a real estate agent like my Dad, everyone raised their hands.

16 years since then, I have followed in my father’s footsteps, somewhat. I decided to become a real estate agent at first, but then I realized I didn’t love it. I then tried my hand at modeling and I found that it wasn’t for me either, so I went back into being a real estate agent. But, this time, I decided I was going to find investors to build communities. I found investors and we decided on hiring Acamas Civil Engineering to handle our planning and development in Florida. After selling out all the homes, we decided to invest once more and build a 55+ community that once again sold out. From there, we moved onto building several more communities and today we have developed and sold over 10 communities.